"Now, where would a 5'8 redhead with too much ass for his own good and my fucking ramen be lurking at 3pm?" Yoongi muttered to himself as he sulked around campus in the rain trying to find his roommate who was keeping his lunch hostage.

Yoongi almost slapped himself when he realised the answer. The boy was never anywhere but the dance studio.

The only times Yoongi had entered the dance block willingly was to fuck Hoseok - and occasionally Yugyeom - in the changing room bathrooms, and so it felt a bit weird entering without a proper purpose. He wandered through some corridors aimlessly in the hopes that he would catch Hoseok, but there seemed to be hundreds of practice rooms which were all occupied by men in tight outfits.

Cursing under his breath, Yoongi continued on his search. Until finally he found a large practice room on the top floor which had Hoseok in it. Unfortunately, he was not alone.

As Yoongi peered through the window watching as Jimin joked with Hoseok, he felt an unknown sensation come over him. There were times that he forget that Jimin existed outside of his own little world, and watching Jimin looking so carefree was...nice.

Hoseok caught him in the glass window, and waved him inside. Jimin's whole demeanour shifted a little and he came across a whole lot more hostile. Scratching the back of his neck, Yoongi stood in the doorway and felt uncomfortable.

"H-hey," he even fucking stuttered, "I was just wondering what you did with the ramen I gave you. I kind of need it for lunch."

"Who eats lunch at 3pm?" Hoseok asked with a disgusted face.

"The person who woke up at 2:59pm," Yoongi retorted, "I just need to know where it is."

"It's in my dance bag, I'll get it when I've finished. We'll only be a few more minutes," Hoseok now had a slightly devilish look in his eye,"You can watch us practice."

For a moment Yoongi's eyes met Jimin's, and there was an indistinguishable emotion in them. Not anger, not hate, but something softer. He broke away from Yoongi's gaze and went across the room to grab a piece of cloth. Hoseok couldn't wipe the grin off his face when he noticed how visibly flushed Yoongi got at the sight of Jimin placing a blindfold over his eyes.

The music began playing and Yoongi felt rooted to the spot, his state fixed firmly on Jimin. His mouth dried a little at watching the boy execute his routine flawlessly while having his vision removed. He wondered what else Jimin could do with a blindfold on...

He forced himself to stop thinking these things about Jimin - his mortal enemy - and kept his eyes on the floor for the rest of the practice. Finally getting his ramen, he escaped the room quickly without anymore encounters with Jimin. He hated himself for going back straight to his room and wanking to the memory.

-

"He's a little bitch," Yoongi warned Jimin as they watched Jungkook have a mini-tantrum about not being able ride Jimin.

Jimin chuckled a little, and for the first time it felt like the pair were interacting without any malice. Yoongi still wasn't comfortable to look at Jimin without blushing furiously after the incident earlier on, and so he had to retain his cool by looking off into the middle distance.

"Kook, can we get this started? Jimin will take real good care of you," Hoseok groaned, pushing Jungkook towards the blonde with an exasperated look.

"I only like being on top-"

"Only top he will ever be," Taehyung interjected, laughing hysterically at his own joke.

Namjoon slapped him to stop, but couldn't help joining in on the laughter. Exiting the room before they started crying from hysterics, Yoongi left with one last lingering look at Jimin.

Alone, Jungkook fiddled with the hem of his shirt as he felt a little awkward with Jimin. Noticing this, Jimin walked over and placed his hands on Jungkook's hips.

"No need to be shy baby," Jimin whispered, and Jungkook whimpered a little at the pet name.

Leaving a trail of small kisses down Jungkook's jawline, the younger finally looked up to meet Jimin's intense stare. Guiding the boy to the bed, Jimin tugged off Jungkook's shirt to reveal the glorious set of abs. Oh, Jimin was going to have a great time worshipping this boy.

Sucking on every piece of skin he was given access to, Jimin couldn't quite believe how perfect Jungkook was. Lifting his head up, the sight of Jungkook staring at him with half-lidded eyes was enough to send Jimin into overdrive.

Removing their clothes rapidly, Jimin already knew this was going to be a sloppier fuck. One that was driven by human desire and lust rather than calculated actions which would assert his dominance.

Almost ripping off his jeans, Jungkook raised his legs in the air while Jimin fumbled around for a condom so that he enter the boy as quickly as was humanly possible. Finally sinking into the boy's entrance, Jimin gave no real time for Jungkook to adjust as he began to pound furiously into the boy.

Jungkook bit his lip to a bloody mess as he groaned in the pleasure from Jimin's roughness, whining for the boy to go faster as if that was possible. While Jungkook was a brat, he was infinitely fun to watch as he squirmed in pleasure and moaned out a series of lewd comments.

After a few minutes of intense, brutally-rough fucking, both boys came and flopped onto the bed. Jimin began chuckling at how desperate both of them had been for sex, and soon the pair were giggling.

They had fucked like high schoolers who were worried about getting caught having sex in a bathroom. And it had been exhilarating.

-

I never, ever thought I would say that but - I'm tired of writing smut scenes. There I said it! Do you know how much porn I've watched in order to get ideas for this book?! Too much, that's the answer, too much porn.

Will I stop writing smut? No! Don't suggest such a silly thing!

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